All day long I rap about potatoes, sittin' on the couch like my was Al Bundy, Married with taters that what they call me, you can't stall me, you gonna fall see, if you try to take the clicker form the T-O-T, channel after channel it's all about taters, on the local news it's all about haters, Why oh why can we not fry? this just in: give it a TRY! Try you may and try you might but I'll still be golden brown by the end of the night, reporters try to find me, paparazzi stalk me, homefries on every corner when I go for a walk B, cameras all out flash, focus & record, when it comes to rhymin' taters I will never be bored.
